Archive for January, 2009

and to close out january, coachella 2009 lineup announced

Posted in music with tags , , , on January 30, 2009 by MonsoonSeason

so coachella 2009 lineup:


I know right?  this is much, much bigger than coachellas as of late (yes I know prince whatevs), with three big adds that have been requested by concert-goers since, well, ever:  morrissey, leonard cohen (first US show in HOW long?), and my bloody valentine.  I’m not a fan of morrissey (this is information for a later post), but it’s still a big deal.

so, tentative must-sees:  paul mccartney, franz ferdinand (shut up new album is special), leonard cohen, conor oberst, beirut, the black keys, girl talk, the ting tings, ghostland observatory (where you been guys), crystal castles, we are scientists, n.a.s.a., the presets, the hold steady, peanut butter wolf, noah and the whale, the bug, steve aoki, people under the stairs (!), tv on the radio, fleet foxes, mstrkrft (I won’t miss them again!), atmosphere, crookers, hercules and love affair, superchunk, the bloody beetroots, surkin & para one, calexico, liars, bob mould band, glass candy, ariel pink’s haunted graffiti (it’s like the shaggs but with synthesizers), the cure, my blood valentine, yeah yeah yeahs, throbbing gristle, X (I mean come on, X!?), antony & the honsons, public enemy, okkervil river, clipse, sebastien tellier, late of the pier, junior boys, brian jonestown massacre (although the last time I saw them was a brian jonestown dissasacre), supermayer, no age, themselves, friendly fires, the knux, and the mexican institute of mother fuckin sound.

there it is.  52 bands that I am excited to see.  that is a ticket SALE.


the most horrible thing

Posted in writing with tags on January 26, 2009 by MonsoonSeason

hay internet, slow news month for me.

meredith gran of octopus pie just launched a new site, The Most Horrible Thing, based on this comic.  it’s pretty amusing!  you should kill some time with it, if you’re a time killing type.  I wish the third panel was added, but that might be too many dialogue boxes for people to fill out, and then they won’t want to do it.  regardless, faces are priceless.

here’s one I made!


I’ll think more about posts and posting materials and interesting things to talk about

the best of 2008

Posted in music, neither, writing with tags , , , , , on January 8, 2009 by MonsoonSeason

I’m not going to write this:

“as 2008 closes we must reflect on the dramatic effect of things that blah blah blah”

that is boring and nobody likes that.  I’m not even going to really write about it, because who cares?  it was good, that’s enough.  this is what was good in 2008:

best album – hercules and love affair 

hercules cover

I can’t tell you how many times I blasted blind

best live show – devo @ mccarren pool, june 26


more unbelievable than I thought (and I was stargazing)

best book I read – the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by mark haddon

curious incident

yes I know it came out in 2003, I just now read it

best webcomic – octopus pie

octopus pie

meredith gran has created more realistic, likable, and genuinely interesting characters in such a short amount of time

biggest deal – come on


score a billion for the civil rights movement why don’t you

drop yr pants

Posted in music with tags , , , , , on January 7, 2009 by MonsoonSeason

the bears of blue river, clambiner @ doc’s music hall, january 6

let’s preface by recognizing that I’ve seen the bears about six times and I still have no idea as the the words or song titles of any other their songs (save for the new one, more on that later).

this is the problem with being friends with people in a band–you slowly grow to not appreciate them as artists, but just as your friends who are going to play a couple songs and entertain you.  I couldn’t name you one song from the impetuous impregnables, some other guys that I’m friends with.  it just doesn’t seem so urgent; that feeling that you might not see these people for a long time, so you have to soak up every moment, that feeling is absent.  it’s important that they’re playing, but at the moment, it just seems like any other time you would meet these people.  so, a bears of blue river show is like going to the movie, or a book club meeting, but with $1 you-call-its.

so, roll into doc’s around 10, nothing has started, everybody is drinking, typical doc’s.  the bears are on stage, tuning their myriad of equipment.

oh god I forgot not everybody knows about the bears of blue river.  they’re a twee orchestra with a folksy bend.  lots of harmonizing and there’s a toy piano in there and songs about growing up and dealing with stuff.  it primarily serves as musical outlet for gavin wilkinson (which may or may not be true I will admit), who apparently writes all of the songs?  I have not asked about this due to being an impolite conversation piece.  while the roster is constantly changing, the permanent set members tend to be gavin, joey patrick sholes (got it right this time), justin spring, and jeremy bauer.

but what makes this an august occasion is that the bears have added two TWO new members, both of which I don’t know the names of.  there was a girl, who sat by the other girl (time to figure out names), and mostly sang, and then gavin’s new roommate, who stood next to jeremy and did some claps and sang.

this is how bears works:  if you want to be in the band, hang out enough, and you’re good to go.  it’s interesting, since I’m not really used to collectivism being a core concept in bands.  I usually think of bands being 3-5 people who like each other enough to pool together and make a personal sound, which would mean they have to not bring in people whenever.

regardless that is how bears works and it is not my place to make assumptions.  you know what happens when we make assumptions.

so, they got up and running, playing through another lively set.  my friend jayson commented that they’re getting better with each set, and I tend to agree.  they’re getting more comfortable with being on stage (not so much gavin, who has pre-bears experience via this story, nor joey p, who came from arrah and the ferns), more comfortable with the crammed band dynamic.  plus, as jayson said, they’ve played these same songs about 80 billion times so they’re bound to start getting better.

a lively, if mostly seated show.  joey seemed to play a horn part with his guitar, which was kind of disorienting at first, but later was neat.  the new song is called “bacon and legs,” gavin informed the audience with a wry grin.  and I’m not really sure of what the joke was there, but I still smiled.  after all, they’re just some friends on stage, messing around.

following the bears was clambiner, who we didn’t know, nor knew what the expect:

TJ:  I think the drummer said he was in a metal band a couple weeks ago
gavin’s roommate, the new guy in bears (sorry dude):  they do kind of a rap thing
gavin:  they’re hilarious, if you don’t take them seriously.
nox5:  please god please don’t let this band jam please

all of these things came true!  except the metal thing, which I’m okay with.

clambiner consists of three people:  clam, biner, and biner, assuming the two biners are brothers.  the brothers biner.  ha!  clam had a gigantic mane of red hair, billowing from a skull cap which had slits on either side.  big biner had long hair pulled back in a pony tail and constantly smoked, while small biner, looking wildly out of place, was well groomed and unbelievably sweet looking, all smiling goofily at the other members, just having a good time.  I kept looking at small biner, trying to guess an age, a motivation.  all I know is that kid was killing it on keys.

the first song was a tiny rap explosion called “dance dance,” which holds the lyrics “dance dance, drop your pants / bend over baby I ain’t looking for romance.”  then clam did a rap about how he will kill you, I think.  I was too busy laughing to really pay attention, because yes it was ridiculous, but the beats were also really well made, and it’s interesting they put this much work into a joke.  it seemed only fair to laugh along with them.

then they played a daniel johnston cover, which was sort of unbelievable.  and a stones cover, and a ween cover, and then it all made sense.  of course they would do a ween cover.  fans of free exploration and genre dysphoria unite under the common banner of ween covers.  not saying this is bad!  each cover was pulled off with efficiency and warmth.

they ended with two more rap songs, which showed most of the crowd to the dance floor.  even if they weren’t seriously busting it out, talking about booty shaking and body dropping, it didn’t matter.  we were into it.

on a side not I was not into that dude’s hat, with the slits, it made me uncomfortable for some reason

the bears of blue river’s myspace
clambiner’s myspace

ring in the new year with justice

Posted in music with tags , , , , , , , on January 3, 2009 by MonsoonSeason

oh would you look at that a post

justice (DJ set) @ congress theatre, december 31/january 1

to close out 2008, I figured that the best idea would be to drive to chicago with my friend TJ and watch justice DJ with a 1000 other kids.  I should also mention that I’m currently in indiana, which I’m not okay with, but it makes the drive to chicago seem more plausible.  but we went, and it was a very, very good idea.

except for all things concerning money.  things not okay by my standards where money is concerned:

ticket to see people DJ, not live sets:  65
average price of mixed drink at congress:  10
me decking a dude who I thought was going for my wallet:  priceless (this will be explained)

but first, music.  we arrived at 10p, which we learned was a mistake, considering peanut butter wolf had already launched into his set by then.  we stood in the front lobby, in line for coat check, where the glamour (and two other guys, not sure who they were) was playing a pretty dance-oriented set.  two things of note–just hanging out in the front lobby were about 150-200 people, dancing and having fun, which was pretty shocking, considering that it was just a lobby and not the venue proper.  the other thing is that there was zero crossover from the main stage and the lobby, which is an interested architectural feat considering the connecting path to the main stage was just an open hallway.

so, coatless and double fisted with mixed drinks (it was ill-advised to wait in line again for alcohol), we entered the main stage area, where so-me was starting his set.  so-me played a more varied set than the glamour.. which I didn’t know if I was expecting or not expecting, since I had never heard so-me?  I kinda thought he just made t-shirts and videos.  upon inspection of iTunes library, it is revealed that I have heard but one song by so-me, which was “decalomania” off of the ed banger 3 comp, so I had nothing to go on.  but he played electro and pop and rap and it was kind of in a direct line leading towards justice’s set, who took the stage seconds after midnight.  confetti fell on our heads and crosses were lit.

the first song of the new year happened to be “Also Sprach Zarathustra,” which just so happened to be the most epic thing to ring in the new year, so kudos justice.  this was quickly mixed into some electro, some other stuff.  I’m going to be honest, I usually try and catch who played what and in what order, but if I did that, I’d be missing the point of this show.  I had already lost TJ.  my drinks were gone, the cups, scattered.  I just made out with a girl whose name I didn’t even know.  time now for crazy dance party; crazy, sweaty, stupid, even mindless dancing for two whole hours.

well, almost two hours.  about an hour and fifteen in, I accidentally started a fight?  see, there was this dude rubbing up ons, which I expected because it was a gigantic dance party and there was bound to be unintentional and intentional homosensuality, but he kept going for my ass, which was uncomfortable.  but when I looked back at this guy, he looked really sketch–all dropped ball cap and sunglasses and dirty oakland raiders jacket.  so then my mind started racing; what if this man is a thief, and this is his playground?  I have already spent so much money, how will I get home if I have no more money, oh god my parking ticket in south bend is in that wallet, I won’t be able to get my car out, and TJ didn’t have a lot of money, oh crap TJ where are you, and then he went for my ass again so I turned around and hit him in the face.

the guy fell back, more out of shock then being knocked out, and he also knocked over this shorter girl in a blue dress.  and then I don’t know what happened because by then I had definitely split.  coward move, but I didn’t want to be thrown out because TJ didn’t have a phone and I didn’t have a coat.

so, if you’re the guy I hit in the face, or the girl that got knocked over, I’m really sorry, it shouldn’t have happened, but I was dealing with some serious anxiety things and I’m sorry.

anyhow, I spent the next 15-20 minutes chilling in a dark corner of the congress, feeling bad about decking some guy and taking pictures.  then a girl came over and picked me up like this:

girl:  what are you doing?
nox5:  just taking a break.
girl:  come dance!  *picks me up*
nox5:  yes okay
*some dancing*
nox5:  I just hit a guy in the face
girl:  hahaha awesome

so we danced until 2, which is when the set ended, and we kissed goodbye (a polite kiss, that-was-fun,-the-dancing kiss, not a makeout kiss) and I frantically looked for TJ, who it had just occurred to me for the second time that he was missing.  but I found him in the exit so it was okay.  the last song was “we are your friends,” which seemed ironic and contradictory, but simultaneously, a great end to a great night.

the next day, lots of stores were closed and I bought a CD off of one of the guys from russian circles outside of quimby’s.  they’re pretty good, but it’s kinda metal (I am not sure whether or not they would say this about themselves), which I’m not so much about, but hey it’s their life and they can choose to be metal if that is their desire

the glamour myspace
so-me myspace 
justice myspace 
russian circles myspace